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Kelly N Moore Art | ✨Happy Friday!! ✨ I'm thrilled that Valentine's Day is just around the corner! 🩷 shopping small is the perfect way to share love! I am offering 10% off any order now through February 14th! Use code: LOVE10 or shop my link! 🩷 Link: https://jd8jp9-1i.myshopify.com/discount/LOVE10 | SHOP_NOW | https://jd8jp9-1i.myshopify.com/discount/LOVE10 | Kelly N Moore Art | https://www.facebook.com/100087924459829/ | 140 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shop now | 0 | jd8jp9-1i.myshopify.com | IMAGE | Handmade Leather goods | https://jd8jp9-1i.myshopify.com/discount/LOVE10 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/474826786_1071457954781368_2862697347913694300_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=FQcJS0P6U8QQ7kNvgGfDxkn&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AGmIzZcdHqPS3JFggZNrzM2&oh=00_AYBI6wqgcW1VlArxe5iPmyPnqJXnU1B47FB_6Tga7d6RsQ&oe=679B4E16 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Kelly N Moore Art | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Amazing TV Stand with fireplace + heater | Amazing TV Stand with fireplace + heater - $200.00 Really well taken care of, needs to go today or tomorrow the latest.. need the space in my office so selling this nice tv stand.. it holds tvs up to 65’ Facebook Marketplace | CONTACT_US | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/654729766900 | Breno Soares | https://www.facebook.com/Breno-Soares-338289859357556/ | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Contact us | 0 | IMAGE | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/654729766900011/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | REGULAR_PAGE | 1 | 0 | 0 | Breno Soares | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Wisdom from the world's best, 24/7 | Call or text the AI of the world’s best anytime for actionable advice and strategies grounded in their expertise. | SIGN_UP | https://www.masterclass.com/wisdom/kelly-wearstler | MasterClass | https://www.facebook.com/MasterClassOfficial/ | 3,222,281 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Sign Up | 0 | masterclass.com | DCO | Sign up now | https://www.masterclass.com/wisdom/kelly-wearstler?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=PP_%7c_INS-Wisdom_%7c_UST1&ad_id={{ad.id}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&campaign_id={{campaign.id}}&placement={{placement}}&site_source_name={{site.source.name}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/474471237_1139901391474242_4983108822365275855_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Bk0fbv1knQgQ7kNvgFx5ttl&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AGmIzZcdHqPS3JFggZNrzM2&oh=00_AYDbKGPrSIyMzDZNEluBUwkYvlRyXbEcVEMa8tCdyMEhbw&oe=679B3FEC | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | MasterClass | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Buy tickets now for Dylan Owen, Abstract Concert in Portland OR! | LEARN_MORE | https://bnds.us/nhmhqf | Dylan Owen Music | https://www.facebook.com/dylanowenmusic/ | 14,107 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | bnds.us | DCO | https://bnds.us/nhmhqf | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/475148267_1155395142977248_7678032799122653589_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=0n4X5yBeHysQ7kNvgEh94v-&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AcSjUe-LlqZB6EvjqRLGxGR&oh=00_AYAl-zMKwm3fGDTtGJnGIVtr32-AG66LKWW1sRyrFO15-w&oe=679B35B3 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Dylan Owen Music | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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🔥📚 This novel is so exciting that I'm going to stay up all night to keep reading! | 📖:As the world teetered on the brink of spiritual desolation, fate led him to become the final disciple of a celestial genius. For ten years, he vanished into seclusion, refining his spirit amidst the arcane. When he descended, riding a sword that shimmered with otherworldly power, the heavens trembled—an invincible force had awakened to reshape destiny and crush all who stood in his way!😮😮 Chapter 1 Ten Years Later Mount Stokeris had steep and towering cliffs with ancient trees reaching toward the sky. An isolated monastery stood alone amidst the clouds at the summit of the mountain. Two people were standing in front of the monastery gates, an elder and a youth. “Finneas, a decade has passed, and you've become invincible in the ordinary world. It's time for you to descend the mountain.” The voice of Melvin Frye, the elder, carried the weight of time. “Just say it if you want to hit me.” Finneas Lamorde looked at the old man with eyes full of resentment. Melvin fell silent for a moment before he said, “Actually, my actions were for your own good!” “Hah!” Upon hearing those words, Finneas let out a cold scoff but didn't respond. Suddenly, Melvin asked, “Finneas, do you despise me?” “I used to really hate you!” “And what about now?” “It doesn't matter anymore. Ten years have passed, so there's no point in bringing this up.” “You're right in that it's pointless! After all, how many decades does a person have in their lifetime... Time is as ruthless as a blade, cutting down even the most arrogant. Despite my strength, I still couldn't leap across to that unreachable shore.” The old man let out a sigh. With great effort, he lifted his gaze, staring into the distant sky. At this very moment, the sun was setting in the west, marking the arrival of dusk. The evening glow intertwined with the layers of clouds, its lingering light falling upon the vast forest and reflecting a breathtakingly beautiful sheen. “The setting sun is beautiful, but alas, it is fleeting.” With a sigh, Melvin continued, “Finneas, could you call me 'Master Frye?'“ Finneas lowered his head, the corners of his mouth still carrying the same unchanged cold smirk. Melvin seemed accustomed to it, continuing to speak to himself as usual. “Finneas, what do you think the Immortal Realm is like?” “Finneas, I'm craving dumplings.” “Finneas, my tooth aches...” The scene gradually quieted down. Whoosh! The evening breeze blew gently, bringing with it a touch of coolness. After quite a while of silence, Finneas sensed something was amiss and looked up at Melvin. To his surprise, he found that the old man had closed his eyes at some point and was currently devoid of any signs of life. Upon witnessing this scene, Finneas stepped forward and roughly hoisted Melvin's corpse up. His voice was cold as he said, “Aren't you just trying to trick me into going down the mountain so you can find an excuse to beat me up? Why would you go to such absurd lengths as to feign death?” However, no matter what Finneas said, Melvin no longer showed any response. His complexion was gradually turning purple, and his body temperature was slowly cooling down. His frame had withered away to less than forty kilograms, a stark contrast to his once ethereal and majestic demeanor. Memories began to slowly surface in Finneas' mind. Ten years ago, he was merely twenty-two when he graduated from university. To fulfill his promise to his girlfriend, he journeyed alone by car to Yiefmery to meet her parents at their home. Unexpectedly, during the journey, he encountered an enigmatic old man. The elder mentioned that Finneas had a natural spiritual constitution and was a promising seedling for cultivation. Despite Finneas' objections, Melvin forcibly brought him into this scarcely populated mountain. Just like that, a whole decade passed! Over the span of those ten years, Melvin subjected him to the most rigorous training known to mankind. Every day, before dawn, he had to get up to train. At seven, he practiced his punches. At ten, he practiced his kicks. At twelve, he practiced his swordsmanship. At two in the afternoon, he practiced the Eyes of Aether. At six in the afternoon, he practiced his arrays. At nine in the evening, he focused on medicine. After midnight, he began to meditate. Day after day, year after year. Over the decade, he had yearned to escape countless times, to flee from this place and return home. But every time, Melvin would effortlessly drag him back and give him a severe beating! There was even once the beating was so severe it almost cost him his life. Even though immortal cultivation was considered a great opportunity, Finneas was utterly indifferent to it. His girlfriend was still waiting for him to propose, while his aging parents and younger sister were all depending on him to earn money and support the family. How could he stay here? Unfortunately, no matter how much he pleaded, Melvin remained unmoved. Finneas had once subtly suggested that he wanted to send a message home, even pleading on his knees, but the old man still did not agree. After giving him a thorough beating, Melvin said coldly, “The pursuit of immortal cultivation goes against the heavens, so you must sever all ties with the mortal world! Finneas, unless I'm dead, you can forget about ever leaving this mountain!” From that moment on, Finneas harbored a deep-seated resentment toward Melvin! He trained relentlessly every day, hoping to quickly grow stronger. His goal was to surpass Melvin so he could kill the latter as a way to alleviate the hatred burning in his heart. And so, a decade flew by in the blink of an eye! He had devoted himself to ten years of rigorous training, yet instead of surpassing the old man as he had hoped, he was instead met with this particular scene. At that moment, Finneas felt an emptiness in his heart. He wasn't as joyful as he had imagined, nor was he as infuriated. All there was, was an undisturbed tranquility. Or perhaps, it would be more apt to say he was feeling numb. He couldn't help but feel that his ten years of persistence now seemed utterly ridiculous. The evening breeze began to blow more fiercely. The temperature in the vast mountains seemed to have plummeted below freezing all of a sudden. Without uttering a word, Finneas silently laid Melvin to rest. Then, he turned and stood, his melancholic eyes gazing at the lush green mountains in the distance. No one could comprehend what he was feeling at that moment. After a good long while, he finally spoke. “I can't believe you're truly gone this time! Your body will gradually disperse, becoming eternal, much like the grains of sand in the desert. In a way, this could be considered a form of immortality. With this farewell, we'll never see each other again!” In the end, Finneas just couldn't bring himself to address Melvin as “Master Frye.” Then again, what significance did it hold whether he did it now or not? He unsheathed his sword, transforming into a ray of light that vanished into the horizon. If there had been a cultivator present at that moment, they would have undoubtedly been utterly astounded. It was hard to believe that in this modern era, someone could actually fly on a sword! Half an hour later, Finneas returned to the hometown of his memories at last. His hometown was located on the outskirts of Jacaster in Jussipi. The home he couldn't stop thinking about was nothing more than a modest, single-story house. In front of the single-story house was a small pond, with willow trees swaying gently by its side. “So... nothing has changed, after all!” Observing the familiar scene before him, Finneas' eyes ultimately welled up with tears. A decade had passed since he was abducted, and now he was finally returning to his home. Even with his current state of mind, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow, on the verge of tears. Back when he had been in the mountain, there had been countless days and nights when he would dream of such a scene... Of swimming in the pond as a child, or the hustle and bustle of the streets, or even of all his friends and family. “After disappearing without a trace for ten years, I suppose Mom and Dad must have thought I was dead, right?” “And little Alyssa... When I left, she was only nine years old. I don't even know if she's in university now!” “The old man claimed that the path to immortality lies in cultivation and requires one to sever all earthly ties. But if that means cutting off those dearest to us, what then is the purpose of cultivation?” Finneas let out a long sigh, steadying his chaotic emotions. Wasn't this the moment he had been waiting for all these years? At that moment, a cry of fear suddenly echoed from within the single-story house. “I was wrong! I don't want the relocation compensation anymore! I was wrong, I understand my mistake now!” “Please... No... No!” Smack! “Behave yourself!” Upon hearing this, Finneas' expression changed abruptly. Is that Lyssie? Is she being assaulted? “D*mn it!” Finneas' expression was bone-chillingly cold. His body seemed to teleport as he rushed toward the single-story house's gates! Chapter 2 I Despise You Meanwhile, inside the single-story house. Two bald brutes, their bodies marked with dragon tattoos, were surrounding a girl as they let out malicious laughter. “She's absolutely stunning!” “Man, this is amazing! Who would have thought this stubborn tenant would be so gorgeous? The two of us really lucked out!” “Let me go!” Alyssa Lamorde pleaded desperately while sobbing. Her delicate cheek was a rosy hue from the slap, with traces of blood spilling from the corners of her mouth. She struggled with all her might, but it was utterly futile! No matter what she did, she couldn't fend off the two burly men. “Stop struggling! Once we're satisfied, we'll let you go!” “Don't worry, we'll treat you well, you know...” The two men held Alyssa down, all the while wearing wicked grins on their faces. Tears, clear as crystal beads, fell from Alyssa's eyes. She knew there was no escaping tonight! At this moment, she felt a chill coursing through her entire body as she reflected on her experiences over the years. She had been reluctant to spend money on clothes, and even when she got into university, she didn't have the funds to attend. Even when eating, she was always careful and meticulous. During the New Year, while others were enjoying a family reunion with a table full of lavish meals, she could only curl up alone on the bed in her single-story house, praying for the cold night to pass quickly. Eventually, an opportunity arose when she received news that she would be relocated. Unexpectedly, the demolition company took advantage of her being alone by offering an extremely low compensation for the relocation. She refused, which consequently led to the arrival of these two men to force her into submission. She genuinely didn't understand - what had she done wrong? Despite all the effort she put into living her life to the fullest, why did it seem like fate just wouldn't cut her some slack? Perhaps I should have left this world with Mom and Dad when they passed away eight years ago. That way, I wouldn't need to suffer anymore. Upon such thoughts, Alyssa felt a wave of overwhelming exhaustion and despair wash over her, to the point she fell unconscious. Upon seeing Alyssa faint, the two bald brutes laughed even more boisterously. Bang! It was at that moment the front door of the single-story house was kicked open with a single, forceful kick. Like a bolt of lightning, Finneas burst in! Upon witnessing the scene before him, his eyes instantly filled with rage, and he felt as though his heart had shattered into pieces! “Ah! Go to hell!” In a fit of rage, Finneas let out a furious roar, sending a slap through the air. Boom! Before the two burly men could even comprehend what was happening, they were reduced to a cloud of blood by Finneas! “Lyssie!” Overwhelmed with emotion, Finneas held his unconscious sister tightly in his arms, unable to hold back his tears. He had never in his wildest dreams thought that he would be met with such a spectacle upon his return. Seeing his sister's pitifully scant clothing and her red, swollen cheek, he felt an overwhelming sense of heartache. It took a while before his emotions gradually began to stabilize. After that, he fetched a clean outfit for Alyssa to wear and meticulously cleaned up all the bloodstains in the room. Only then did he sit next to his sister, silently watching over her. It seemed as though he could never tire of looking at her. They hadn't seen each other for a decade, after all! The transformation in Alyssa was significant. She had grown from the tiny tot of yesteryears into a stunning beauty. Just then, Alyssa slowly opened her eyes. The moment she saw Finneas, she was startled and quickly scrambled to her feet. She asked with a wariness in her voice, “Who are you, and where did those two people from earlier go?” “I scared them away!” Finneas didn't admit to having killed those two brutes. After all, his sister was just an ordinary person. It was inevitable that hearing such things would strike fear in her heart. At the same time, he felt somewhat conflicted within. Judging from her reaction, it was clear that Alyssa hadn't recognized him. However, this was to be expected. Ten years ago, she was merely nine years old. Over the past decade, his hair had grown long. Both his appearance and demeanor had significantly changed from what they used to be as well. “You scared them off?” Alyssa cast a doubtful glance at Finneas. Nonetheless, after a moment of hesitation, she murmured, “T-Thank you!” Despite her words, her expression remained cautious, and she maintained a relatively safe distance from Finneas. Seeing his sister's cautious demeanor, a sense of sorrow welled up in Finneas' heart. He couldn't imagine what she had gone through in the last decade without him here! What about their parents? Where had they gone? “Lyssie! Don't you recognize me anymore?” Finneas struggled to keep himself composed. “Who are you?” Alyssa looked up, a puzzled expression on her face as she regarded Finneas. His face was etched with weariness and melancholy. At first glance, he might not have been conventionally handsome, but upon closer inspection, one would discover that he possessed a unique, captivating charm. Beyond that, she surprisingly found the man before her somewhat familiar. It seemed as though they had met somewhere before! “It's me, your big brother, Finn!” A hint of a smile squeezed its way onto Finneas' face. “Finn?” Alyssa paused for a moment. Subsequently, a face from the depths of her memory began to slowly merge with the one right before her eyes. Her body visibly shuddered, and her eyes quickly reddened. It was clear that glistening tears were threatening to spill from the corners of her eyes. “Lyssie!” Finneas truly struggled to calm his emotions at that moment. He cautiously reached out his hand, hoping to ruffle his sister's hair just like he used to when they were kids. Yet, he hadn't anticipated that, after a brief moment of appearing dazed, Alyssa would actually swat his hand away. Then, she seemed to transform into another person entirely. Rubbing her teary, red eyes, she snapped, “You're mistaken. I don't have a brother!” “Lyssie, you...” Finneas was taken aback, unable to believe his sister would utter such words. He had thought that upon hearing of his return, Alyssa would joyfully throw herself into his arms, just like she used to when they were children. Surprisingly, the look on her face now was one of sheer loathing. “Don't call me Lyssie! When our parents passed away, you were nowhere to be found. Now, when our home is on the verge of being demolished, you conveniently show up? Finneas, I really don't want to think ill of you, but you've truly let me down!” A tremor ran through Finneas' heart, and he quickly asked, “Weren't Mom and Dad in good health?” “Years ago, when you left and never returned, Mom and Dad spent all their fortune trying to find you. In the end, they were hit by a car on the road and passed away, just like that.” Alyssa's voice was noticeably choked, as though she were holding back tears. “W-When did this happen?” “A long, long time ago. Specifically, the second year after you left.” She gave Finneas another once-over, letting out a cold, mocking laugh as she said, “Hah! Just what have you been doing in the decade since you left us to end up looking like this? Could it be that Natalie abandoned you? So now you're homeless, you decided to come back? Finneas, you're really not human!” Finneas swiftly stepped forward, grabbing Alyssa's arm. “Lyssie, let me explain. You might find it hard to believe, but for the past decade, I've been on a path of immortal cultivation...” “Let go of me! I don't want to hear your nonsense!” “I won't let go! I won't ever let you go. You're my sister...” “Finneas, don't push me. Will you only be happy once you've forced me into a corner until I have no other choice but to end it all?” Alyssa's voice was hysterical, her emotions seeming as if they were on the brink of collapse at any moment. “Finneas, I will never forgive you! Never ever! From the moment our parents passed away, I've been left alone in this world with no family. Don't think that I'll forgive you just because you saved me!” Upon hearing this, Finneas was dumbstruck and froze on the spot. He allowed himself to be shoved out the door by Alyssa. Then, with a resounding slam, the front door was forcefully shut. Chapter 3 The Nine Heavens Immortal Art “L-Lyssie.” Finneas stared blankly at the tightly shut door, his heart aching. Contrary to his expectations, the anticipated heartwarming family reunion never occurred. Instead, a scene of desolation unfolded. Perhaps one could say, from the moment he was brought back to the mountains by Melvin ten years ago, it was destined to end in tragedy. Finneas stood at the doorway, catching his breath for a while, until his emotions gradually settled down. He had to admit Melvin's ruthless training had really affected him. He felt as though his blood had turned cold, as if no matter what happened, he could quickly regain his composure. Finneas exhaled a heavy sigh, slowly beginning to explain, “Lyssie, I truly went for immortal cultivation back then and was confined in a place for ten years! Only today was I able to come out...” Yet, there was not a single response from inside the single-story house. “Lyssie, no matter what, now that I'm back, I'm not going anywhere! I don't care at all about things like the relocation compensation. You're my sister, so it's my duty to protect you! From now on, it's just the two of us, brother and sister, depending on each other. I won't let anyone bully you anymore.” Creak. The gates had been opened. Alyssa looked at Finneas with a complicated expression. She naturally didn't believe Finneas' claim of being confined in one place for ten years. “Does all this talk hold any significance?” “Lyssie, after our parents passed away, these years must have been quite tough for you, haven't they?” Finneas said, his heart aching for her. “It has nothing to do with you.” Alyssa slammed the door shut once again. Then, leaning against the door, she clamped her hands over her mouth, tears already streaming down her delicate face. She genuinely wanted to be able to rush into her brother's arms like she used to when they were kids, to sob uncontrollably and seek solace from him. However, every time she thought about how Finneas had left for a woman after graduating from university, staying away for ten years and causing their parents' death, she found it impossible to forgive him. Now that her brother had shown up during such a sensitive period, when their house was about to be demolished and she would receive compensation for the relocation, it was hard not to speculate about his real reason for returning. “Lyssie, get some good sleep first. I'll be outside, keeping watch. If you need anything, just call for me,” Finneas uttered softly. Then, he found a relatively flat spot in front of the door and settled down cross-legged. Right now, his mind was a mess. He needed some time to sort out his thoughts. In their quest to find him, their parents tragically lost their lives in a car accident. After that, his younger sister had to live a lonely and difficult life all by herself for so many years. It was easy to imagine just how much hardship and injustice she must have endured. “Since I've returned, no one should even think about bullying Lyssie in the future...” Finneas let out a heavy sigh. Since his parents had already passed away, his sole focus now was to care for his younger sister and achieve immortality. “As for Natalie...” Finneas let out another sigh. Natalie was indeed his girlfriend back in the day. The two of them had been together for seven years, throughout three years of high school and four years of university. Though they loved each other, they were ultimately star-crossed, destined to remain apart. A decade had passed, and Natalie was now thirty-two. Finneas guessed that she had probably married and had children by now. “Forget it, what's the point in pondering over this now? In the end, it was I who let her down.” Finneas decided not to dwell on it any further. He moved into the lotus pose, breathing in and out meditatively. The breathing technique he practiced was known as the “Nine Heavens Immortal Art.” According to Melvin, this was a supreme immortal technique, something he had risked his life to obtain from an ancient ruin! Unfortunately, this method was not suitable for ordinary people to practice. It could only be cultivated by those with a natural spiritual constitution. That was the reason Melvin had been so excited when he first saw Finneas. After everything that happened, Finneas could also guess why Melvin had been so harsh and merciless toward him. Melvin was remarkably talented, managing to reach the Judgment phase in this modern era. Unfortunately, he was ultimately unable to overcome the barrenness of this world. At the end of his lifespan, he still hadn't succeeded in achieving immortality. Achieving immortality had been Melvin's lifelong obsession. Therefore, in the last decade of his life, he sought out Finneas. Pouring all of his lifelong knowledge into the young man, he hoped that Finneas would be the one to break the chains of their world, to shatter the curse that prevented future generations from achieving immortality. Under Melvin's inhumane training, Finneas proved to live up to his expectations. In merely a decade, he had become a cultivator at the peak of the Golden Core phase. The path of cultivation was divided into ten phases: Energy Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Soul Projection, Divine Transformation, Void Refinement, Transcendency, Great Ascension, and Judgment. Each phase was further divided into numerous sub-phases. For instance, the Golden Core phase could be divided into three sub-phases: Core Formation, Core Condensation, and Core Transformation. Similarly, the Nascent Soul phase could also be divided into three sub-phases: Soul Formation, Soul Condensation, and Soul Transformation. Every minor breakthrough of a sub-phase was a major advancement for the cultivator, resulting in an exponential increase in their strength. One could say that in this modern era, Finneas was virtually unstoppable with his peak Golden Core phase cultivation! Naturally, this was just something Melvin had told him when he was still alive. As for the specifics, even Finneas wasn't quite sure, since he hadn't encountered any other cultivators up until now. The night passed in the blink of an eye. Finneas opened his eyes after his cultivation session, exhaling a breath of stale air. After breaking through the Golden Core phase, it wouldn't be easy for him to make further progress. Due to the scarcity of spiritual energy in this world, it would take an incredibly long time to form the Nascent Soul through mere meditation and cultivation alone. To break through quickly, he would have to find alternative methods. At that moment, the gates of the single-story house opened. Alyssa, carrying a basin full of clothes, stepped out, ready to wash them in the small pond nearby. Immediately, Finneas was by his sister's side. “Lyssie, doing laundry? Let me help you with that.” “No need,” Alyssa responded coldly. Last night, she had observed Finneas sitting outside all night. Yet, even so, it was impossible to erase the resentment in her heart. She kept thinking that her brother's return this time around was most likely due to the demolition and relocation. “There's no need to be polite with me.” Finneas promptly snatched the basin and headed toward the pond. As soon as he crouched down, he noticed something was amiss. This was because the washbasin was filled with women's undergarments... To wash... or not to wash? Finneas was truly in a bit of a bind. Although Alyssa was his own sister, he still acknowledged the inherent differences between men and women. Moreover, using his hands to scrub this type of intimate clothing didn't seem all that appropriate, and it was rather awkward... That being said, as Finneas gazed at the faded undergarments, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness in his heart. For a girl, it was essential to frequently purchase new undergarments, but it seemed like Alyssa had been wearing the same ones for years. “What's wrong? Can someone like you also feel embarrassed?” Alyssa stood on the shore, her tone indifferent as she spoke. “These clothes are too old. Don't worry, I'll buy you new ones later,” Finneas promised softly while washing the laundry. “Stop pretending!” Alyssa turned her head and walked into the house. Upon seeing this, Finneas couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. Chapter 4 Kelly Latiers After finishing the laundry, Finneas decided to go out and earn some money. Just then, a pink Chevrolet Spark drove up the dilapidated gravel road in front of their house. A girl with light makeup and flashy clothes got out of the car. She looked about eighteen or nineteen, wearing a white dress and black stockings. With a youthful, energetic appearance, she resembled a delicate porcelain doll. Her name was Kelly Latiers, a high school classmate of Alyssa's. Kelly gave a curious glance at Finneas, who was standing at the door, and then loudly called out into the house, “Lyssie, are you home?” Inside, Alyssa heard the familiar voice and quickly wiped away her tears. She then ran out to ask, “Kelly, why are you here?” “Lyssie, were you just crying?” Kelly noticed Alyssa's red eyes and immediately sensed something was wrong. She then thought of something and glanced warily at Finneas standing not far away. “He doesn't look like a good person. Did he bully you?” “No, I just accidentally fell.” Alyssa shook her head and pulled Kelly into the house. Finneas wanted to follow them, but as soon as he stepped forward, the door slammed shut. “She must be Lyssie's friend... With a friend around, Lyssie should feel better,” Finneas muttered to himself outside. It didn't really matter if he went in or not, as his keen hearing allowed him to hear every sound inside the house clearly. What troubled him was that Kelly looked glamorous and beautiful, while his sister looked like Cinderella. “Even though Lyssie said this place might be relocated soon, relying on the relocation compensation isn't realistic. I need to make money quickly!” Finneas pondered for a moment, then crouched in the corner to listen to the conversation inside. Inside the small room, there was only a worn-out bed and a desk piled with books. The two girls sat on the bed, whispering to each other, unaware that Finneas could hear everything they said from the corner. If Kelly knew, she would definitely scold him with her fiery temper. “Lyssie, who is that creepy guy with the scruffy beard and long hair?” “I don't know, maybe a scavenger here to take a dump.” “Oh, no wonder he looks so shabby. A grown man living like that is really shameful!” At the corner of the wall, Finneas was speechless. Alyssa didn't want Kelly to talk about her brother that way, so she quickly asked, “Kelly, why did you come here today?” “Oh! It's been a month since school started. The administrator asked me when you're going to register. If you don't go soon, the school will consider it a voluntary withdrawal.” Kelly said quickly. Alyssa bit her lip and didn't respond. “Is it because of the tuition fees?” Kelly looked around the room and then said, “You can apply for a study loan! No matter what, getting into Jacaster University is not easy. Are you really going to give up?” “I don't want to give up, but I can't get my study loan application approved.” Alyssa smiled bitterly. “Why is that?” “Because my verification of disadvantaged background status didn't pass!” “D*mn! How is that even fair? How can they not consider you disadvantaged? Why didn't they approve it? This is outrageous!” Kelly said angrily. Alyssa wore a bitter expression and didn't reply. She knew that even if she told Kelly, it wouldn't help. Kelly came from an ordinary family, and if they got involved with those people, they'd be in trouble too. She didn't want Kelly to experience what she went through last night. As for calling the police? After she reported it yesterday, two big guys came to kidnap her at night. She didn't believe it was a coincidence. “Is it because of the relocation? Do they want to force you to sell the land cheaply?” Kelly asked keenly in a low voice. Alyssa nodded silently. Kelly clenched her teeth in anger. “D*mn! These b*stards only bully a girl. If you had a man in your family, they wouldn't dare bully you!” Hearing this, Alyssa felt a pang in her heart. The situation had become serious enough that even having a man in the family might not solve it. “Forget it! I don't plan to go to university anymore. It isn't worth it. I'm alone, so it's fine if I can get by. I'll just live each day as it comes.” “No, if necessary, I'll talk to the administrator and ask the classmates to donate for you.” “Kelly, I can't live off others forever! Besides, going to university isn't always a good thing. I plan to work and see the world.” Alyssa forced a smile. Just then... Bang! The door was forcefully pushed open from the outside, and Finneas strode in. This scene stunned the two girls in the room. “No, Lyssie, you have to go to college. Don't worry about the money; I'll take care of it!” Finneas' face was dark with anger. He couldn't believe his sister was skipping university because of money! He was a powerful Golden Core cultivator and couldn't stand the thought of his sister not having money for school. His heart ached. If he hadn't eavesdropped, he wouldn't have known any of this! And the verification documents? Who was stopping them from being approved? How dare they bully Alyssa? They all deserve to die! At that moment, Finneas had an overwhelming urge to kill those who dared to bully Alyssa. “Are you insane? Trespassing into a private residence is illegal!” Kelly quickly shielded Alyssa behind her and glared at Finneas. “I'm Lyssie's brother!” Finneas replied calmly. “Brother?” Kelly looked skeptical and then turned to Alyssa for confirmation. Alyssa had just said he was a scavenger here to take a dump.” “My brother died ten years ago. This guy must be some nutcase.” Alyssa replied expressionlessly. “Did you hear that? You nutcase, leave now! Otherwise, I'll call the police. Don't think you can bully us just because we're two girls!” Kelly shouted. Finneas took a deep breath and slowly said, “Lyssie, whether you acknowledge me or not, you have to go to university. And Kelly, I'm going out to earn the tuition money now. I'll be back before dark. Take care of Lyssie for me. I'm afraid she might do something stupid.” After saying this, Finneas turned and left, quickly disappearing from their sight. This scene left Kelly stunned, her face filled with confusion. Jacaster University's tuition is over five thousand a year. How can a man who can't even afford new clothes earn that in a few hours? “He must be crazy! I heard that insane people aren't held responsible for murder. Good thing he left voluntarily,” Kelly said, patting her chest in relief. Alyssa felt conflicted and remained silent. She thought he had returned to fight for the relocation compensation, but now she wasn't so sure. Maybe he really did not have a choice back then. Should I accept if he brings back over five thousand for my tuition? Alyssa was lost in thought. Her eyes gradually lost focus, drifting into memories of her childhood. Chapter 5 A Hundred Thousand To Solve Your Problem After leaving home, Finneas ran directly to the city center of Jacaster. With his speed, a forty-kilometer journey was merely a matter of minutes. If he flew using his sword, it would only take a minute, but the city center was crowded, so he chose not to fly. As for making money? Finneas had numerous ways to earn it. Setting up arrays, refining medicines, making talismans, treating illnesses, and geomancy were all within his expertise. Any one of these could bring in a fortune. After a brief moment of thought, Finneas arrived at a market in North Jacaster. This market, known as Jaskait Market, wasn't the largest in Jacaster but was undoubtedly the most diverse. Everything was sold here, from daily necessities and home remedies to gold, silver, jewelry, antiques, and emeralds. You could even find a few fortune-tellers, exorcists, and those skilled in geomancy. The market's chaotic and mixed composition made it a lawless area, where even the city council avoided interference. Finneas found an empty spot, sat cross-legged, and wrote on the ground with a red brick: Rent me for two hours: Master of all trades, price negotiable. Having set up, Finneas closed his eyes and waited for someone in need to approach. The bustling market quickly spread the word about his offer, and many people came to take a look, but no one inquired further. His claim of being a master of all trades was too exaggerated. Even a deity wouldn't dare to make such a bold claim. Liar! They assumed he was a con artist. People surrounded Finneas, pointing and discussing. Some came to mock him with absurd questions like, “Can you cure impotence?” or “Can you increase its length by five centimeters?” Finneas ignored these obviously mocking inquiries. Meanwhile, in a black Hummer parked nearby, a group of men observed Finneas closely through the window. One of them spoke to a middle-aged man in the back seat. “Boss, this guy is too young. He's definitely bluffing. We should look elsewhere. If we don't find a solution soon, there could be major trouble at the construction site.” “Finding an expert in exorcism isn't easy,” the middle-aged man said with a sigh. He was Cameron Wheeler, chairman of a large construction company in Jacaster. Recently, strange occurrences plagued his company's construction site. Workers reported hearing children crying at night, and those who investigated found nothing. When the workers returned to their dormitory, the sounds of crying from outside resonated once more. Last night, a worker claimed to have seen a weasel smiling at him when he went to the toilet. It asked, “Young man, do I look like a human or an immortal?” The worker had never encountered such a bizarre incident. He didn't dare to respond at all and fled straight back to his dorm. However, as soon as he returned, he fell seriously ill and couldn't get up. Despite going to the hospital, they couldn't diagnose anything wrong with him. He was still lying in the hospital now. Desperate, Cameron personally led a team to Jaskait Market to find an expert. They found several seemingly powerful experts, but all turned out to be frauds. Cameron rubbed his temples in frustration. The project was worth over two billion, with a potential profit of one billion for him. Delays were costing him heavily. “Boss, I heard there's an expert in South Jacaster.” “That old guy's a fraud. I know better than you.” “What should we do then?” “I'm not paying you to ask me questions! Useless fools!” With his keen hearing, Finneas had already overheard the conversation in the Hummer. This sparked an idea, and he shouted, “Master of all trades, especially skilled in exorcism! Come to me if you need help!” After that, he began packing up, acting as if he were leaving. At this moment, a middle-aged man rushed out of the Hummer and shouted, “Young man, wait!” Gotcha! Finneas smirked and paused, scrutinizing the man. The man had a square face and thick eyebrows, exuding an aura of authority—likely someone from either the underworld or high social standing. Regardless, he wasn't an ordinary person. Most importantly, a dark aura surrounded the man's forehead, showing that he was facing imminent danger. It was a sign only visible to someone with Finneas' spiritual vision. “Let me introduce myself. I'm Cameron Wheeler, and I—” “I have limited time. Get to the point.” Finneas acted like an arrogant expert. Cameron eyed Finneas, then explained the situation at the construction site. “Where is your construction site?” “It's situated roughly fifty kilometers from the eastern suburbs, at the foot of Mount Riveria,” Cameron replied. Hearing that, Finneas had a rough idea. They were in the modern era, but spiritual energy still existed, leading to the birth of demons. The workers likely encountered a mischievous weasel that had a quest for immortality. This wasn't to imply that the weasel was truly on the verge of becoming an immortal. Rather, it had lived for a considerable amount of time and developed spiritual intelligence. Thus, it resorted to unorthodox methods to satisfy its primal desires. Such creatures would be terrified of Finneas. However, he deliberately asked, “There are many experts in this market. Why approach me?” “Forget it. They're all charlatans here to fish for fame,” Cameron responded coldly, then continued, “I know what you mean. If you can handle this, I'll pay you twenty thousand.” Finneas looked straight at Cameron and said calmly, “Mr. Wheeler, this isn't a simple matter. It's beyond dire! Forgive me for being direct, but if this situation is not addressed soon, your site and even you will face danger. Have you been sleeping poorly lately? Cameron's heart skipped a beat. He knew the situation was dire. The site had been shut down for days, costing him tens of thousands daily. If this situation were to continue, he would suffer huge losses. Moreover, he had felt watched at night recently. However, when he switched on the lights, there was nothing around. That made him terrified. Cameron initially doubted Finneas. He was desperate to try anything. After hearing Finneas' words, he was filled with shock. Is this poker-faced man a true expert? “Young man, what do you suggest?” “Raise the price.” Cameron looked at Finneas. Rather than feeling angry, he was surprisingly delighted inside. Asking for more money indicated confidence. “How much?” “A hundred grand. 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No | 2025-01-25 18:15 | active | 2323 | 0 | Read next chapter | To survive, she climbed into her so-called uncle's bed. Two years later, she realized she was just a toy. Heartbroken, she left after seeing him at his first love's prenatal checkup. ===== The winters in Ulares were bone-chilling, but inside Cloudscape Mansion, the air was thick with warmth and passion. "Uncle Ethan…" Nyla Green gasped, her voice catching. Ethan's lips quirked into a satisfied smirk. "Being so well-behaved tonight, aren't you?" "Don't you like it when I'm well-behaved?" The hunger in Ethan's eyes was undeniable. "What is it you want?" Settling into the armchair by the window, he asked, his mood seemingly lighter than usual. "Will you give me anything I ask for?" Nyla's voice was soft, hesitant, her hopeful gaze fixed on his sharp, handsome face. "Depends on what it is," Ethan replied evenly. "I want to be Mrs. Brooks." The warmth in Ethan's expression disappeared, replaced by a glacial stare that sent a chill down her spine. Nyla's heart sank as he let out a mocking laugh. "I've been too soft on you," he said coldly. "You think that gives you the right to ask for something like that?" Nyla bit her lip, "Callie's back, isn't she? You're planning to marry her, aren't you?" Callie Higgins--the name itself was enough to twist Nyla's gut. She was Ethan's first love--the woman who had once saved his life from kidnappers when he was eighteen. After the incident, their families agreed that Ethan and Callie would get engaged when the time was right. Ethan's expression flickered, just for a moment, but it was enough for Nyla to know she'd struck a nerve. She'd been with him for two years; she knew him well. "I just want a status. You know how hard it is for me in the Brooks family. Without protection, I--" "Protection?" Ethan cut her off, his tone sharp. In a flash, he was in front of her, gripping her chin firmly. His dark eyes bored into hers, fierce and unyielding. "Do you think I don't see through you, Nyla? You think you're worthy of being Mrs. Brooks?" Chapter 2 Time To Let Go "Ethan Brooks, you haven't changed a bit--still as cold-hearted as ever," Nyla snapped. The warm atmosphere had long since turned to ice. Nyla's expression was calm, though her intentions were anything but hidden. Tears glimmered in her defiant eyes. "If you're not willing to give me what I want, then this is it. From today, we're done. Beyond being my step-uncle, you have nothing to do with me anymore." Ethan's sneer was sharp, cutting through the tension like a bl*de. "You're the one who climbed into my b*d back then. And now you want to walk away? Nyla, do you really think I'm that easy to deal with?" It had been a while since the Green family's sudden collapse. Overnight, Nyla's world unraveled. Her father, Lorenzo Green, took his own life to prove his innocence, and her brother was thrown behind bars. Her mother, desperate to survive, became the mi**ress of Ethan's elder brother, Ryland Brooks. When Ryland's wife passed away, Nyla's mother--pregnant with Ryland's child--married him. The Brooks family made no secret of their disdain. Nyla had always known her place, keeping her distance from the Brooks family whenever possible. But they never intended to stop tormenting her. Out of options, she had turned to Ethan. As the current leader of the Brooks family and one of the most powerful men in Ulares, Ethan was the only one who could offer her protection. "So, what do we call this... arrangement?" Her voice was low, almost mocking. Ethan's gaze lingered on her face--dangerously beautiful, the kind that brought chaos wherever it went. "If you want something else, I might consider it," he said, his tone indifferent as he released her. The implication was clear: he wasn't letting go, not yet. Bitterness rose in Nyla's throat. She could endure being his b*dmates, but she wouldn't let herself become the other woman. That was one boundary she refused to cross. "Ethan, I'm tired. This... whatever it is, it's over." The word "over" felt hollow--Ethan had never acknowledged what they had in the first place. She pulled her torn dress over her body, her hands trembling but her resolve firm. Ethan's expression darkened. "What are you trying to prove with this tantrum?" Nyla paused, holding herself together with every ounce of willpower. She stood tall, meeting his gaze. "Mr. Brooks, if you can't give me what I want, then let's not waste any more time. I need to move on." Her words struck a nerve. Ethan grabbed her arm, "Move on? To who?" His voice dripped with menace. "Who else could ever satisfy you like I do? Don't act like this was all some mistake. You crawled into my b*d, Nyla. Don't think I'll let you forget that." Nyla's composure cracked as anger flared in her chest. She glared at him, tears brimming. "So what if I did? I regret it! You're going to marry Callie, and I'm supposed to sit here and wait for your scraps? I may be shameless, Ethan, but I'm not that pathetic." The air between them was suffocating, heavy with unspoken truths and unbearable tension. A sudden ring shattered the silence. Ethan glanced at his phone, irritation flickering across his face. He was about to ignore the call until he saw the name. Callie. He released Nyla and answered without hesitation. Nyla watched in silence, her heart sinking at his gentle tone. He'd only ever used it with her in b*d. She felt the humiliation settle deep in her ch*st. "I'll be there soon." Ethan finished the called and then dressed. He turned to Nyla. "I'll have Jackson transfer the money to your account. Don't even think about leaving." The door clicked shut behind him. Nyla sat still, staring at the empty space he left behind. Then, with a bitter laugh, she wiped her tears away. If she couldn't have what she wanted, then she'd take back what little was left of her dignity. It was time to let go. Chapter 3 So What If I Am? Nyla, now in her senior year of college, had already begun her internship while managing her own studio--a venture she had started during her junior year. She specialized in fashion design, and her studio was her pride and joy. But lately, the pressure from competitors had been relentless. Someone clearly wanted her out of Ulares. Despite the frustration, Nyla refused to back down. After a restless night, her body ached as she got ready for the day. She couldn't bring herself to wear her usual professional attire, opting instead for a casual outfit. Even in simple clothes, her elegance and charisma turned heads wherever she went. As she walked into the studio, her receptionist hesitated before approaching her. "Miss Green... um, your mother is here," she said nervously. "We tried to stop her, but... she's holding a baby, and we didn't want to risk anything." Nyla gave her a reassuring smile. Her mother, Vicki Brooks, was difficult to deal with. "It's fine. I understand. You can get back to work." Relieved, the receptionist nodded and returned to her desk. Nyla's studio wasn't large, but every inch of it reflected her touch. She had designed the interior herself, favoring a minimalist elegance that radiated sophistication. In the lounge area, she spotted her mother cradling a baby in her arms. Nolan Brooks, a premature baby, had come into the world when Vicki was in her forties. His arrival had nearly cost both their lives, and since then, Vicki's world revolved entirely around him. Standing silently in the doorway, Nyla observed her mother. Vicki's expression softened as she gently rocked Nolan, her maternal warmth unmistakable. For a fleeting moment, Nyla saw the woman Vicki used to be--a gentle, understanding wife and mother, back when the Green family was intact. But that version of her mother was gone. Now, Vicki was only a mother to Nolan. The thought stung, but Nyla pushed the feeling aside and walked into the lounge. She sat across from Vicki, who glanced up briefly before returning her attention to Nolan. Nyla's assistant quickly brought over a cup of coffee and slipped away without a word. Picking up the cup, Nyla stirred it slowly, the clinking of the spoon breaking the silence. "Why are you here?" she asked, her tone even. Vicki's gaze flickered disapprovingly over Nyla's casual outfit. "You're going out dressed like that? Don't you realize you're representing the Brooks family now? Everything you do reflects on us." Leaning back on the sofa, Nyla replied with a calm, measured voice, "My last name is Green. I've never been part of the Brooks family." Vicki's lips tightened, her frustration evident. "You--" She stopped herself, glancing down at Nolan, who stirred in her arms. Lowering her voice, she continued, "Ryland has arranged a date for you tomorrow at Delight Restaurant. You'll be meeting the second son of the Fowler family. He's from a respectable background, and it's time you start thinking about your future." Nyla raised an eyebrow, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. The second son of the Fowler family had recently been released from prison. Ryland certainly had a knack for picking matches. "I don't have time," Nyla replied dismissively, taking a sip of her coffee. Vicki's composure cracked. "No time? You didn't go to school or your studio yesterday. And you didn't come home last night either. I heard you were at a bar." She had done her homework. Nyla's late-night escapades and partying were the reason Vicki had stormed over. That kind of behavior was unacceptable. If it weren't for Nolan dozing off in her arms, she'd have already started yelling. Then Vicki's sharp eyes zeroed in on a faint red m*rk on Nyla's neck. Her expression darkened. "What's that on your neck?" she hissed. "I'm warning you, Nyla. If you're fooling around, I won't tolerate it!" Nyla paused mid-sip, setting her cup down deliberately. She met Vicki's glare with calm indifference. Her mother still looked youthful despite her age. Money sure did wonders, Nyla mused. "And what if I am?" she said, leaning back. "You haven't cared about me in years, so why pretend now? Take your precious son and leave." Chapter 4 Family Dinner "Nyla!" Vicki shot to her feet, her sudden movement jolting Nolan awake in her arms. The baby let out a wail that pierced through the studio. "It's okay, Nolan. Shh, you're okay," Vicki murmured, turning her attention to him and pointedly ignoring Nyla. "We'll go home soon, sweetheart. Be good for Mommy." Nyla rubbed her ears, the irony of the scene grating on her nerves. Without a word, she turned to leave. "Don't forget." Vicki's strained voice rang out behind her. "I've always been the one begging for help for your brother. Do you have any idea how much he's suffered in prison? And your sister-in-law? I've been the one sending her money to survive. If you had even a shred of consideration for me, you'd listen to what I say!" Nyla froze mid-step, her gaze drifting up to the ceiling as a wave of helplessness rolled over her. After the incident all those years ago, her brother had been jailed, and her pregnant sister-in-law had been so traumatized she ended up hospitalized. The baby--already five months along--couldn't be saved, and her sister-in-law's health had never recovered. The family sold everything they owned, borrowed from anyone who'd listen, and still came up short. Eventually, their options ran dry, and even close relatives cut ties. Nyla's sister-in-law finally gave up, saying she didn't want to be a burden. Vicki's marriage into the wealthy Brooks family had brought temporary relief, but her sister-in-law's lingering illness had turned into a lifelong battle--one that drained both money and hope. And Vicki, to her credit, had been the one subsidizing the expensive treatments. Nyla's fingers curled and relaxed along the edge of her sleeve--a quiet gesture of powerless compromise. "Fine. I'll go." Vicki let out a relieved sigh, her tone softening. "There's a family dinner at the Brooks Mansion tonight. Leave work early and make sure you're there. You can't miss it." Nyla felt an immediate headache brewing. She'd planned to avoid Ethan for at least a little while longer, but her plans were thwarted before they'd even begun. "I know you hate going to these things, but think about me. Think about your little brother. He's just a child, Nyla. If you don't look out for him, who will? Please, just do this for me." Vicki's words left no room for refusal. Nyla was at a loss for words. Her mother asked her to protect Nolan, but who would protect her? The Brooks family wore their civility like sheep's clothing, but beneath it, she knew better. They were wolves--every single one of them--and none would spare her if given the chance. And yet, Nyla never voiced these grievances to Vicki. It would only be pointless. Vicki would call her immature, blame her for the Brooks family's hostility, insist that Nyla brought it all upon herself. So Nyla could only swallow her resentment. Later that afternoon, Nyla left work early as instructed. She took her time getting home and changed clothes, knowing Vicki would nitpick if she didn't look the part. She settled on a gray, short tweed jacket over a black skirt--poised, polished, and appropriately elegant. Nyla despised the cold. If it weren't for the Brooks family gathering, she would have bundled herself in two down jackets and called it a day. These social charades were a performance she loathed--hollow and suffocating. But Vicki insisted she need to integrate. Half an hour later, Nyla stepped out of the taxi in front of the imposing Brooks Mansion. Just as she turned to head inside, a sleek Maybach pulled up beside her. Nyla didn't intend to acknowledge anyone--until the license plate caught her eye. Ethan's car. The tinted window rolled down slowly, and two faces came into view--elegant, pristine, and altogether too perfect. "Hello, Nyla." A woman's voice broke the moment. "I'm Callie." Chapter 5 Rivals In Love Nyla had imagined meeting Callie in countless scenarios. Maybe it would happen during one of those stolen moments with Ethan, where they'd be caught red-handed. Or perhaps at Callie and Ethan's engagement party, where Nyla would dutifully offer her congratulations as a younger member of the Brooks family. But never like this--never with Callie deliberately approaching her. Nyla glanced at Ethan, suspicious. Was he behind this? But Ethan's gaze remained locked on her, his dark eyes betraying nothing. Those eyes had a way of pulling people in. She quickly looked away, her voice cold. "Hello. Did you need something?" Nyla didn't like the Brooks family, and she liked Callie even less. Callie was, after all, a rival in love. "Oh, nothing at all. I'd just heard Ethan had a breathtakingly beautiful niece, and I couldn't resist coming to meet you. I hope that's all right," Callie replied, her voice soft and syrupy, the kind of tone that made others instinctively want to protect her, a stark contrast to Nyla's cool tone. "You're exaggerating. I'm just an ordinary person." An ordinary person who was all too easy to manipulate. The moment the words left her mouth, Nyla felt Ethan's gaze on her--sharp, teasing. She met his eyes, her expression frosty, but he didn't look away. Instead, his lips parted, and his cool voice cut through the air. "Let's go. Don't waste time on people who don't matter." Callie offered an apologetic smile. "We'll head in, then. Would you like to join us? It's a bit of a walk." The words "people who don't matter" stung more than Nyla cared to admit. Last night, Ethan had been so close--so possessive he wouldn't let her leave--and now he was acting like a stranger. Huh. If Ethan chose acting as his career, he would win the Best Actor award, and Nyla would gladly be the one throwing tomatoes at his acceptance speech. Plastering on a bitter smile, she replied, "No thanks. I don't feel comfortable riding in a stranger's car." Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked away. Behind her, the sleek Maybach sped off, its icy wind brushing her cheeks and nearly drawing tears from her eyes. But she refused to cry--not here, not at the Brooks family estate. The sprawling Brooks Mansion loomed ahead, its gardens and private villas spread across more than seven thousand square feet. It was the largest private residence in Ulares and an unyielding symbol of the Brooks family's influence. The family dinner was held in the main house of the estate, and by the time Nyla arrived, the room was already packed. Her eyes immediately found Ethan, standing beside Callie, who was chatting amicably with the wife of Ethan's second brother. They looked disturbingly at ease with one another. "Why are you so late? Didn't I tell you to leave work early?" The voice belonged to Vicki, who appeared beside Nyla in a black gown and white mink shawl, exuding effortless grace. Nyla forced a smile, though she detested the way Vicki had shed her real self to fit into the Brooks family mold. "It's a long drive. Besides, I'm here now, aren't I?" Her eyes roved over the crowd. Faces turned her way, some barely hiding their disdain. "Honestly, we shouldn't have bothered coming." Vicki tightened her grip on Nyla's hand, her voice dropping to a whisper. "If you listened to Ryland and made connections with the Fowler family, we wouldn't be in this position." Nyla's tone sharpened. "If you're in such a rush, feel free to go see my blind date yourself." "Don't be ridiculous!" Vicki hissed, glancing around nervously. The last thing she wanted was to cause a scene here. "Then stop nagging me," Nyla retorted. "Unless you want me to make a real fuss." Vicki bit back her frustration, unwilling to press further. Nyla slipped away and found an empty corner, determined to stay invisible until the endless family dinner wrapped up. But, of course, the peace didn't last. "Nyla, why are you sitting here all by yourself? Are you feeling out of place?" Callie's sugary voice rang in her ear. "I can show you around if you'd like." Chapter 6 Definition Of Decorum "Thank you, I appreciate your concern, Miss Higgins, but that won't be necessary." Nyla blinked leisurely, suppressing a yawn. The previous night had been relentless and exhausting, and as she sat in the quiet corner, weary and disinterested, she had thought no one would disturb her. Unexpectedly, Callie had come over, initiating conversation. As Nyla observed the gentle expression on Callie's face, a sardonic grin took root in her thoughts. She now understood Ethan's distaste for her; he evidently preferred someone more like Callie. "Leave her be, Callie. That woman is nothing but trouble. Who knows who she'll charm next? You're too good for her." These words came from Stella Brooks, the daughter of Ethan's second brother. Nyla turned toward Stella, her expression teasingly challenging. "Perhaps you're right. Maybe I should seek out Lukas for an enlightening chat in his bedroom. He'd probably appreciate it. And perhaps tomorrow I'll drop by Austen's place--I still know how to get in." Lukas Brooks, Stella's younger brother, had been captivated by Nyla from the start, wanting nothing more than to stay by her side. His family, convinced of Nyla's manipulative charm, met her with cold disdain. Consequently, Lukas found himself transferred to a distant boarding school. Austen Mitchell, the focus of Stella's unrequited affections, had grown up next door to Nyla. Their families were intertwined, and he always saw Nyla as kin, a fact unknown to many. This was the root of Stella's vehement animosity toward Nyla. Originally, Nyla endured her insults, but Stella's escalation to physical threats forced Nyla to retaliate. "Shame on you!" Stella seethed, her cheeks burning. "Don't think for a moment you belong in the Brooks household just because you share our roof! You're no better than your mother. It's clear now why your family crumbled--you thrive on being a shameless intruder!" Shadows flickered in Nyla's eyes, her fist tightening inside her sleeve, though her expression remained calm. "Has Austen actually accepted your advances? You seem to be the one relentlessly pursuing him. He freely opens his door to me. Can you say the same? Your efforts seem futile. He shows no interest in you." Stella's eyes welled up, her hand lifted for a slap, but Callie intervened just in time. "Stella, that was uncalled for. Why would you say such things?" Callie's voice carried the weight of a mentor scolding a student. Flushed and tearful, Stella bit her tongue following Callie's sharp scolding. With a restrained smile but firm voice, Callie maintained her composed aristocratic air. "You're under the Brooks' roof now, Nyla. It's high time to leave your old ways behind. We expect decorum in a family of the Brooks family's standing." Nyla noted Callie's attempt to shame her and wondered about her motives. Her secret with Ethan was safe. What was driving Callie's hostility? Was it just a personal dislike? Nyla's lethargy vanished, replaced by simmering annoyance. "Stella called me a shameless intruder and hurled insults, yet you don't accuse her of indecorum. I merely stated some facts, less harshly than her, and yet here you are, Miss Higgins, accusing me of impropriety." Nyla's voice was measured as she locked eyes with Callie, her laughter tinged with scorn. "So, this is your definition of decorum, Miss Higgins? Your upbringing must indeed be exemplary." Chapter 7 Lecture Me On Callie's Behalf? Callie's expression shifted, her eyes softening with a tinge of apology. "I didn't mean it like that," she said gently. "I just thought… it might help you to fit in better with the Brooks family." Nyla's gaze swept over the two women in front of her. Stella still looked like she was ready to tear her apart, while Callie's carefully composed friendliness had started to crumble. Suddenly, the family dinner didn't seem so dull after all. One person warned her not to dream too big about the Brooks family, and the other subtly reminded her of her place as an outsider. How delightfully amusing. "And what does that have to do with you, Miss Higgins?" Nyla asked, standing abruptly. A sly smile curved her lips as she added, "Stella does have a point, though. Who knows who I'll charm next? Maybe one day… Ethan will end up in my b*d too. Instead of worrying about me, Miss Higgins, you might want to keep an eye on yourself." The smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Without waiting for a response, Nyla turned and strode toward the garden. "You b**ch! How dare you even think about Uncle Ethan!" Stella's shrill voice pierced the air. "Callie, see? She doesn't deserve your kindness. She's shameless!" Callie's eyes lingered on Nyla's retreating figure, all pretense of kindness gone. Her voice was cold and measured. "Just an outsider. Does she really think the Brooks family will protect her? Let's see how long she lasts." The garden, though chilled by the winter air, offered a quiet sanctuary to Nyla. Dinner still hadn't been served--Roger Brooks, Ethan's father, hadn't arrived yet. Nyla was grateful she wasn't particularly hungry. Otherwise, she might have had an outright clash with Vicki and left. Most of the flowers had withered, leaving the once vibrant landscape barren and forlorn. She studied the decayed flowers, finding an odd comfort in their desolation. Settling onto a swing tucked in the corner of the garden, Nyla pushed herself back and forth lightly, lost in thought. The Ethan situation was spiraling. If things ended between them now, her carefully laid plans would collapse. When she first approached Ethan, she'd told herself it was all calculated--a means to an end. But somewhere along the way, her emotions had betrayed her. She'd been starved of love for so long that the taste of it--however fleeting--had made her greedy. She didn't want to let him go. "Do you think you can hide out here after stirring trouble?" Ethan's voice cut through the stillness, sharp yet calm. "Do you think the Brooks family is that forgiving?" Nyla froze for a second before resuming her lazy swaying. The light from the house spilled onto her figure, casting her in an ethereal glow that made her seem almost otherworldly--a delicate flower in a crumbling garden. She tilted her head slightly, her hair spilling across her chest, and smiled faintly. "So, are you here to lecture me on your future fiancée's behalf?" Her eyes, glimmering with playful defiance, locked onto his. Ethan hated and loved those eyes--the mischievous glint that made her look like a sly little fox, always drawing him closer. "You're getting bolder." "If that's your reason, you can save your breath," Nyla retorted, bitterness threading her words. "I won't apologize. And you don't have to remind me of my place either. Whether the Brooks family hates me or not is none of your concern. After all, I'm just… insignificant, right?" Ethan's expression darkened instantly. He crossed the distance between them in a few long strides and pulled her down onto his lap as sat on the swing, its frame gr*aning under their combined weight. "Have you already forgotten who was in my b*d yesterday, pleasing me?" Nyla's eyes widened as she struggled against him, "Let go of me! Ethan, this is the Brooks Mansion. Someone will see!" ...... What happens next? 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